Alright folks. This chapter is very short and I'll tell you why at the bottom. I really appreciate all the support so far.
Betelgeuse paced Lydia's room grumpily, waiting for the girl to wake up. He had waited for how long to get into Juno's office, and then filed papers for even longer, and then waited some more to just get a chance to talk to her, and now what was he doing? Waiting, that's what.
He grinned a little to himself, on the bright side; he was out and waiting now. It was an entirely different story all around. He poked Lydia in the shoulder and she rolled away from him. Kneeling beside the bed Betelgeuse furrowed his brow, watching the girl's chest raise and lower. To make sure she was breathing, of course.
Fairly confident that Lydia was, indeed, doing all of those things that people need to do to stay alive he turned his attention elsewhere. Screw waiting. He started digging through a chest of drawers, ferreting around to find anything of interest. Mostly the drawers were full of functional things, pencils and paper, socks, one had a few boring trinkets in it that he ignored. He tried the bottom drawer and was rewarded with bras and panties. Filching some of the nicer garments, he made sure to replace them with a few things from his own pockets. A ratty old pair of boxers that even he didn't know the origin of and a cockroach the size of his palm set carefully into the drawer and he closed it gently, sneaking a glance at Lydia to make sure she wasn't watching. She was still facing the other direction, so he proceeded to wander.
After the treasure of the underwear drawer, the rest of her room provided little interest. He wandered into the hallway and strolled along amiably. Here and there he would stop to turn something in the wrong direction, bump a picture crooked, drag his nail across the wallpaper to leave a giant scratch mark. He visited most of the rooms before he heard it, a faint whisper on the currents.
"Betelgeuse?"
Lydia sat up in a panic. Where was he? Shit! "Betelgeuse!" Before she could say it a third time he was at her side, cool hand pressed against her mouth once again.
"One more time⦠You promise not to say it?" She nodded; her brown eyes looked like they would pop out her head. He took his hand away gingerly and stepped back.
"Where the hell were you?" She looked around her room suspiciously and he was glad that he had left her room relatively undisturbed.
"Just lookin' around, stretchin' my legs, you know? I haven't been out in a long time, babes." He gave her his best winning smile, which by her expression came off as suspicious and creepy. He had told the truth, though; just not all of it.
This is where my mind stalled. I'm not sure what happens after this, and I desperately want to keep Betelgeuse and Lydia in character... But I also want a happy ending. I'm sure you've all noticed the "Humor/Romance" categorization? Yeah, that's what I want. I'm afraid the story will go on hiatus until I can figure out what the hell I'm doing. Please, any help you can give will be very appreciated.
